Life
An infinite symphony if moments
That all scream 'now!'
But not every work is a masterpiece
Nor every great man a leader.
And where is it written
That only villains shall fall,
And every hero shall live?
For only fallen heroes are martyrs
And every fallen villain a victory.
The storm gathers, and a storm breaks
But I know this is not it-
The lightning still hides
Behind the clouds.
The rain still falls for seconds
Before the wind just blows it all away.
The thunder still sounds
like the trumpets of the heavens
Until the sound passes through my chest.
The sky still darkens,
But the clouds, like everything,
only come to leave.